Look at oneself in the mirror and dare to look back with all the heart.

Mesmerizing memories to a distant backpack.

Futile thoughts of control ends in laughter.

Winning the day when we actually care.

Look at thy self in the mirror and dare to measure your karma.

SPEECHLESS TALK. CAPTIAL TOWN. RODENT ROUGHTALKS AND BACKGAMMON LAUGHTER

“While there is no resemblence to idiocracy in the human condition, there is no evidence of the contrary.”

LIMITLESS PASSION. LOVELESS LINGUINES. A HOUSEMOUSE IN THE DARK. LEFTOVERS FOR THE MACHINE.

“Tinkering low-lives of truths and basic standings. Believing their posture to be right and faithful… Let them burn in ashes till kingdom come.”

STANFORD UNIVERSITY SINGS. LAWNMOVER IN THE HORIZON. RASPBERRY HEARTACHE. HIGH TIMES NEWSDATER.

“Roger that. Exterminate and deprive. Wipe them out. All of them.”

FASHION. ROBOT ROCKET. POKÉBALL HAIRDRYER. LINGERING PAIN OF UNUSED NOODLES.

“What did you say?”

MANICAL LOVERS. COUGH OF SINKNESS. SERENTIY THROUGH THE EYE OF THE MANIAC.

“I just thought we were off to save the world.”

Proceeding. Being the vending machine. Computing.

Liking. Suffering the drawback that comes within. Crying.

Focusing. Meditating with abyssal thoughts. Contemplating.

Eyeballing. Optical illusions within the pineal gland. Memorizing.

Mesmerizing. Starting a fire beside, within and beyond you. Freezing.

Stopping. Time dilation at it’s peak. Philosophize.

Controlling. Using Jedi mind tricks on dogs. Growing.

Moving. Swimming towards the deep surface. Dreaming.

Drinking. Justifying advanced speculations. Instagating.

Smiling. Hailing through the smokescreen. Believing.

Being. Transcending the human. Illusionized.

The rear falls down. The ground levels up. The tides draw back, as the one beneath hurls itself up the sky.

The roaming won’t stop. A scream combined maps the glory. The suffering will not end, if you don’t care.

The rain fills the cup. A sign of reverence. A message of selfish astronomy, opening the door to hell itself.

The sea serpents warcries echoes. An ocean floor is dried. Marching to the second heartbeat, with heads drawn back.

Defined, we march onwards towards the gaping maw of doom. Freed, one loose oneself within a second. Reckless, I celebrate the forever reclaimed.

Massacres. Death by deathcoat. Clearly signless. Pointlessness within comprehension.
The road to equilibrium, is there.